To a Lunatic Reluctant To Clear Out

As donkeys unwilling to leave the green pastures they graze in Never let one force them rearwards into their stable by chin Respectfully but would rather enter headlong eagerly, So did you desire as a fool the last nail in your coffin. You imbecile, and your partners, shall sure fall foul of our hands Even if you ever escape your homeland’s law by the skin Of your teeth. We shall seize and lynch you, and them, as examples To the world even if you hide in oceans, you vile bumpkin! That shall teach the noble people not to pick out on the globe Such feces as a drawing card, such a troll, such a goblin. It is so sad that a nation replete with renowned scientists Knows no better and greater s*h*i*t than epitomes of sin, Takes cunning for brain and instead of minds as sharp as a pin Prefers a backward lunatic all filth without and within! 1.8.2021 No comments, please!